User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20160611064645/@comment-3094815-20160917213058

As Dirk was retreating slyly, Dennjon's paw caught him by the scruff. "Hey, there, little mate. Did I see yer tryin' to sneak off an' slack off, eh?" the big squirrel lifted the shrew so they were eye to eye. "I just said, no idle paws in this group, din't I? Make yerself useful, ya scamp!" he shoved the shrew toward an old volewife. "Marm Viralda, here's a young lad who could give ye a paw in pullin' that cart, me dear."

The volewife cackled. "Spry young paws an' good eyes'd do me a body o' help. Thankee, Dennjon! Come 'ere an' shift yourself, young one." she said, pointing to one of the poles which the cart was pulled with.